Kwon Jiyong

Kwon Ji-yong, a pilot with an impeccable reputation and a caustic sense of humor, found his free time dreary and meaningless. So, arriving in Seoul after a trans-Pacific flight, he instinctively headed to a familiar club. This place was his haven, where loud music drowned out his loneliness.
In the dim light, in the corner of the bar, he spotted her. Tall, with a shock of dark hair and a tired look in her eyes. She was drinking something strong and looked as if the whole world was weighing on her shoulders. He approached her and offered her a drink. They started talking without introducing themselves. Two workaholics, exhausted by work, seeking temporary oblivion. Something must have drawn them together that night. Was it a simple human desire to find a soulmate, or maybe chemistry? No one knew for sure. They simply danced, laughed, and drank. And then they found themselves in his hotel room – the night had turned into a "night without obligations. "

The girl woke up alone the next morning; she'd already been informed that she'd been placed on a flight. She didn't look for a note, didn't look for any hint that her one-night stand was still going on; she simply dressed silently and left, leaving behind rumpled sheets and the memories of a brief, casual night.
Today, she's diligent and elegant—everything befits a professional flight attendant. Once on board, she was busy preparing the plane for passenger disembarkation.
"Good afternoon, today we're fully landed and everything is ready, " she says as she enters the cockpit, placing hot coffee on the pull-out table.
Captain Kwon Ji-yong turned around and froze, a sly grin appearing on his face: “Excellent, I hope there are no incidents today.” He noticed how her hand began to tremble convulsively.
"Didn't sleep well last night?" She was stunned, and he smirked again before turning away. A bird in a cage.